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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:messsmeup:3468</id>
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    <title>In the dark</title>
    <published>2009-04-11T12:23:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-11T17:23:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Blair's house hosts yet another party, a costume party.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is not every day that you see the upper-eastsiders dressing as fantasy creatures, monsters, animals, and the sort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="cutid3"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="cutid4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blair, dressed in a white cocktail dress, glittery silver heels, a feathery white eye mask and a halo, sipped her fourth glass of champagne as she conversed with Serena Van der Woodsen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Wheres Lonely Boy?&amp;quot; Blair asked Serena the slutty bunny.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Serena frowned, &amp;quot;I dont want to talk about him, he just seems...so out of it lately.&amp;quot; With that, Serena downed half a glass of champagne in one single gulp.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Till this day, I&amp;nbsp;don't even know why you find him sexy.&amp;nbsp;His attractiveness is...simply not there.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Blair said with a bitchy smirk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Well thanks for complimenting my taste Blair. Now if you please excuse me, I&amp;nbsp;need to talk to my brother about something.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Blair giggled, feeling bubbly after the amount of alcohol in her system.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;Your welcome.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at the corner of her eye, she saw Chuck looking into her direction. She slid him a glance as he smiled seductively and pointed upwards. Her bedroom. He winked and made his way for the stairs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't just have sex with me whenever he wants. Blair thought to herself, I've got to cut this meaningless sex with him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Blair ascended the curve of her stairs, careful not to trip due to the escalated dizziness she was experiencing from the alcohol.&amp;nbsp;As she took a turn to enter her bedroom, she found out that all the lights were switched off. She took a few steps in and heard the door slam from behind her, &amp;quot;Ch-&amp;quot; &amp;quot;SHHHHH&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;A finger was forced to her lips, Blair remained mute, surprised at the insistence and dominance Chuck was expressing. She still couldn't see anything which escalated the feel of mysteriousness and tension she felt from their secret rendezvous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gently slammed her against her bedroom wall, a finger still on her lips. Smelling the essence of her rose and jasmine fragranted hair, he grabbed her face immediately, his finger leaving her mouth as it was replaced by the crush of his demanding mouth. Blair was drunk with desire as she granted entry of his tongue. Then, her desire burned like fire as he began his sweet exploration into the depths of her mouth, drinking her. Something was different about him, something so unlike Chuck, She liked it even more, the new essence of him. She placed her hands on his chest, moving downwards to his abdomen. It took a few seconds for desire to be replaced with realization, which hit her like a truck. This...creature, was not chuck. Chuck's body was not as lean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blair ripped her kiss-swollen lips off of him, and pushed him away.&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;WHO&amp;nbsp;THE&amp;nbsp;FUCK&amp;nbsp;ARE&amp;nbsp;YOU?!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Blaire shouted, scared.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;The figure moved, towards the light switch. He turned on the light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;There, the slimmer, taller figure, unlike Chuck's stood Dan, dressed in a vampire cloak. His eyes dazed, and confused.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Hey...you're not tinkerbell...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blair took off her eye mask, outraged that she took pleasure in Dan's make out skills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Blair?!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Why. are. you. in. my. room?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Blair asked, the desire tainted blush that remained on her cheeks betraying the cold and acidic tone of her voice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Same goes to you, i told this girl to come up to this room.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What about being loyal to Serena? Where's Chuck&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Blair, what can I&amp;nbsp;do to shut your mouth...You better not spread this shit...and I&amp;nbsp;don't know where the fuck Chuck is.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blair stood in deep thought, then&amp;nbsp;approached him, her arms brushing his as she turned off the light.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You can shut my mouth with your lips.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;She whispered, closing the distance between them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:messsmeup:3205</id>
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    <title>messsmeup @ 2009-04-11T16:44:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-11T09:00:14Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-11T09:01:19Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It was snowing out, perfect weather for me to feel shit about myself and have a walk in the park. Serena is such a bitch, organizing that party that i specifically told her i didn't want. Now it's my fault for posting that shit on GG?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came upon a couple in a steamy makeout session, couples these days...i'm sure someones out there trying to make me feel miserable for being single.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped walking to take a look at the couple, as there was something familiar about them. Who was that guy with the hot body??&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;stepped closer, not too close. Astounded, I&amp;nbsp;realized who they were. Blair and Nate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I wanted to kill that bitch, I think everyone knows who would be a better match for Nate. Me, obviously.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked towards them, pulling Blaire apart as the sound of a slurp marked the removal of tongues. &amp;quot;What are you doing?!&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Blair asked, aghast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Darota rushed towards the scene with her plumpy form, trying to protect her spoiled princess. Nate gave me an intense stare of desire. I&amp;nbsp;pushed Blair into the lake, where she froze and died.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that were not to happen only in my mind, I would be forced to live in a jail, which would be worse for me as i would not be able to express myself through my wonderful fashion sense.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;So, i looked bitterly away, and finished my stroll in the park.&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:messsmeup:2745</id>
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    <title>messsmeup @ 2009-01-06T12:22:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-06T04:24:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-06T04:24:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I&amp;nbsp;don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;hate people who bitch about everything when it's not even fucking true. &lt;br /&gt;WHY&amp;nbsp;DONT&amp;nbsp;YOU&amp;nbsp;GO&amp;nbsp;STAB&amp;nbsp;YOUR&amp;nbsp;OWN&amp;nbsp;CUNT.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:messsmeup:1588</id>
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    <title>Another GG fanfic.</title>
    <published>2008-12-14T03:21:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-14T03:21:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;should be doing my shitty homework, but hey- I'm going to write another fanfic.&amp;nbsp;This is about Rupert and Vanessa, because i didn't find any fanfics of them and I&amp;nbsp;think they deserve one. Because Rupert is sooo DILF.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;DISCLAIMER:&amp;nbsp;i don't own gg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;ding dong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh hi Vanessa, what a pleasant surprise.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Rupert said, opening his apartment door.&amp;nbsp;Vanessa entered and took off her leather coat, she was wearing a tank top which showed the generous swell of her cleavage. Rupert diverted his eyes immediately, afraid that she would catch him ogling at her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hey how are you?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa asked, walked towards him with a bright smile that made his heart do a roller coaster. But it was wrong, he told himself. Vanessa is Dan's friend, his SON'S&amp;nbsp;friend.&amp;nbsp;He must not lay a finger on her or he will never forgive himself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Never better Vanessa, why don't you try the pancakes?&amp;nbsp;Dan and Jenny left early and didn't get to eat them.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How would I miss Rupert's famous pancakes?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa beamed, sitting down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa ate the pancakes and Rupert started looking serious.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Vanessa...you are the only one who truly understands my children, their mother is never around and i feel like...I'm not a good enough parent for them.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Rupert said, his eyes hollow and grave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She suddenly felt the need to comfort him. He looked so troubled, and she wanted to take his sorrows away.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;You know you can always tell me what makes you sad.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa said, crossing over to the kitchen. &amp;quot;Why don't you sit down somewhere and let me comfort you.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert hesitated, it sounded very much like an invitation to something more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, he sat down next to her and in seconds, she was massaging his temples.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed in comfort and dropped his head back, his life in her hands.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Your eyelashes are so long.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa whispered, staring at them with fascination.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Rupert opened his eyes and she almost stepped back at the intensity of the green depths.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Is that a good thing?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;He asked.&amp;nbsp;Vanessa nodded and continued massaging him. Vanessa then moved in front of him, between his legs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She kneaded his thighs, closer and closer to his groin. Rupert sucked in, he felt so tight. She was just about to touch his groin when she moved down again. Then, she gasped.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Rupert...&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;He looked pained as he opened his eyes again. She looked down and as did he; the evidence of his desire was crystal clear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Shit.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;he muttered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vanessa giggled, feeling very much a woman. &amp;quot;It's okay Rupert. I know you haven't had sex in ages.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;How would you know.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Rupert said, frowning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;observe you.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Vanessa said, and &amp;nbsp;then winked. &amp;quot;I counted, you haven't dated in...3 months.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;He sighed, he really had no sex life. &amp;quot;you're right...I&amp;nbsp;fucking need sex.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vanessa was put aback, he never swore around her. He was always Dan's father, Jenny's father. Her...adult friend. But now...he confided in her like she was a true woman.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vanessa's hand grabbed his groin immediately, he gasped at the pleasure he felt. She unzipped his trousers, until his cock popped out of the zipper. &amp;quot;That is so fucking big Rupert.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;She commented, stroking it back and forth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh god Vanessa.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;was his only replied.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was a few minutes until his release, which sprayed onto Vanessa's shirt. She didn't mind, ofcourse.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Oh naughty Rupert, now i'll have to wash it.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I'll do it for you.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Rupert said, feeling as content as ever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;It's Ok, Rupert.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then, the sound of keys twisting in the lock alerted the two. They sprang apart from each other. She grabbed her coat, putting it on just in time for Dan to enter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;HI vanessa.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;He said, slightly surprised.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Hi Dan, I have to go.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;She rushed past him, her face beetroot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Dad...what's on her shirt?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rupert stammered, &amp;quot;I....What are you talking about, son?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dan didn't say anything, he thought...no, it couldn't be possible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</content>
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    <title>Aaron</title>
    <published>2008-12-13T13:05:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-13T13:07:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I haven't watched gossip girl for like 4 weeks, so I&amp;nbsp;don't really know what happened to Serena and Aaron yet but I'm just going to write a quick and slightly disturbing oneshot. Because I feel like it. I&amp;nbsp;am not trying to make Serena look bad, it was just a random imagination and fyi I do like Serena so if you don't like it you can go stfu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;quot;Serena, I&amp;nbsp;think we should break up. You know I&amp;nbsp;like to date more than one person...and I feel like you won't be happy with me.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Serena's heart pained of a thousand needles, she swallowed as hard as she could but tears continued to pour down her face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron held Serena's shoulders, rubbing with his thumbs. &amp;quot;Please Serena, don't cry.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;Serena looked into his eyes, searching for love, for something she could hold onto, for something to believe that he still cared about her. But she didn't find anything, all she found was pity, and sympathy. And she hated it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;want you to fuck off.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Serena said.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;You don't mean it.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Aaron said, narrowing his eyes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;nbsp;want you to fuck off my house and if you don't I'm going to fucking rape you.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Serena shouted, balling her fists. He played with her heart, and this was what he deserved.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron panicked,&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;Who is she?&lt;/em&gt; He thought. &lt;em&gt;Definately not Serena&lt;/em&gt;. She looked as if she was about to kill someone. She launched at him, and he stumbled onto the sofa. Then, she sat on top of him, pinning him down. &amp;quot;I'm sick of it Aaron, You fucking fucked all those whores in front of me and I&amp;nbsp;still went out with you. I&amp;nbsp;tried to see past all that because I&amp;nbsp;really liked you.&amp;nbsp;But now, you're just fucking with me aren't you?&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Serena, I think you should chill out. Just get off of me, please.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her lips crushed his in frenzy, he tried to push her off but she was forcing all her weight on top of him. When he didn't return the kiss, Serena's anger deepened. She tore at his shirt, biting his nipples. Aaron screamed in pain, and she liked it. She fucking loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron didn't know why there was a rope under the sofa cushions, but there was. Serena knew exactly where it was, funny how Aaron never knew she was such a lunatic. She tied his hands together, tight. &amp;quot;Let me go Serena.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Aaron warned, agitation flaring in his eyes. Serena ignored him and ripped his skinny jeans out of his muscular legs, along with his boxer shorts. There lay his flaccid member, completely unaroused. Serena held it in her hands but it lay limp, dead. &amp;quot;You fucked all those whores, how hard can it be to get a fucking boner?&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Harder than you imagined.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Aaron replied with ice in his voice, showing his growing hatred for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well you aren't going to leave my house until we get this over and done with.&amp;quot;&amp;nbsp;Serena smirked, lowering her head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>WHAT THE FUCK?!</title>
    <published>2008-12-13T12:24:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-13T12:26:04Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt="" src="http://www.onewaynewzealand.com/photos/medium/mongkok1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is what I&amp;nbsp;heard from the news. On a street in Mongkok, 30 pedestrians suffered from the contact of sulphuric acid. Now you'd be thinking, how in the world?&amp;nbsp;Well apparently, some random dude just decided to throw a bottle of sulphuric acid out the window. You know, because that would just BURN&amp;nbsp;EVERYONE. Many unfortunate people went blind due to this incident, which sucks because you really never know what will happen to you. One day, you may be walking down a street, shopping, talking to a friend and hey- acid pours on your face, you get blind and will forever wear those ugly scars for the rest of your life. Great. Well FUCK&amp;nbsp;the person who threw the shit and I&amp;nbsp;am never going to that SHITHOLE aka MONGKOK&amp;nbsp;AGAIN!!! I&amp;nbsp;will forget the fact that they sell cheapshit and the best fried squid in the world. I&amp;nbsp;really will.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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